On Wednesday, I had my last day of classes with my seniors. I write letters to my senior classes each year and hand ’em out on this day. I don’t know if they throw ’em away, or take what I say to heart, or something in between. But I don’t write it for them.

I print it out on school letterhead, and include their “Who I am” sheet they filled out on the first day of classes with an index card with goals they had for the upcoming year.

I hope they stick the letter and “Who I am” sheet in their yearbooks and forget about ’em until years later. I did that with a letter my high school English teacher gave to me, and I treasure that.